MIDNIGHT Bride The CEO's TEMPTATION

"You're leaving?" The frown on Dylan's face was deepening to a scowl.

"I said that the main purpose of my return was to participate in the competition. Now that the competition's over, I should resign and go back. Don't worry, I'll finish what I started before I officially quit, leaving nothing behind." She said drily, not noticing his cloudy face.

"It's getting late. This isn't a rich area, and there are no night guards. Go ahead, and don't come again." That was to say, he and she were in two different worlds, and it was not possible for them to get back together.

Angered by her words, Dylan forgot his previous promise for a moment. He stretched out to grip her slender arm impatiently, pulling her to his bosom. 

"Leaving?" Looking down at her, he ground out between clenched teeth, his gaze unwavering and intense. "Where are you leaving for? Italy? Ah, Savannah, do you really consider yourself a European? Do you really think I will let you escape again, you must be dreaming,"

Did she think she could still leave after she reappeared in front of him? No way!

Embraced by him in his hot arms, Savannah reacted and hurriedly pressed her hands against him, trying to push him away. Dylan's hand slid down her back and flattened at the base of her spine as he pushed her against his body, giving her no chance to leave.

Since he knew that she lost her memory after the delivery three years ago, he didn't look for her as she required in order not to hurt her. He even had to help her in a secret way when she was in trouble.

The last time he saw her in Sterling's house, he tried hard to press down his desire to take her back to Beverly Hills directly!

But she still wanted to leave. At this moment, all his persistence, patience no longer existed!

"Mr. Sterling, let me go! Please remember what you promised! You said you'd stop pestering me, and you wouldn't show up!" She struggled hard.

Dylan's eyes were burning with anger at her cold attitude. His hand grasped the nape of her neck, pulling her to him. He leaned down to kiss her, forcing her lips apart with his tongue, taking no prisoners.

Savannah felt oppressed with the heat of his breath, but she couldn't push him with all her strength. In a moment of desperation, she sank her teeth and bit his tongue.

Dylan loosened his grasp on her out of pain, his face twisting. She took the opportunity to step back, running toward the direction of her apartment!

Dylan spit some blood and wiped his mouth with the back of his right hand. There was a sort of pain in his tongue.

Savannah didn't look back. She kept running until she finally disappeared from his sight.

He stood dead still, his face deadly dark. The faint light of the streetlamp outlined him coldly. After a long silence, he turned, got into the car, and drove away.

Shortly after the black car left, Kevin, in another car not far away, sighed with a complex expression.

He remembered that he had lost his wallet in Savannah's room and came back soon after he started off, only to overlook this.

Dylan broke his promise, as expected.

Savannah refused to accept his help. Her withdrawal from the competition finally provoked Dylan.

That man could not bear to hear that she was going back to Italy.

He vented his anger on her with a hard kiss.

But Kevin knew that it would not be the end. That man would not let Savannah go.

However, no matter how persistent he was, as long as Savannah was determined to refuse him, he couldn't force her to love him.

But... would Savannah always be so indifferent to Dylan? Would her heart be softened one day?

Kevin's clear eyes become cloudy at this thought. Finally, he didn't get off but drove away.

* * *

A black Lamborghini pulled into the carved gate of Sterling's house and stopped in the courtyard.

Kaiden deftly unbuckled his seatbelt and jumped out of the car.

It was a lovely Sunday evening. Kaiden came to see his grandpa at this time of every week.

His dad seemed to be in a bad mood these days. He kept a straight face from morning to evening.

Dylan threw the keys to the servant, picked up his rabbit-like son in one arm, and headed for the door.

"Grandpa!" Kaiden shouted as soon as they entered the living room.

"Oh, there you're, my dear Kaiden. Come on!" Old Sterling's high-spirited voice came from the sofa. 

Dylan paused when he saw the slim young woman sitting next to his father.

Kaiden looked over curiously. A guest?

The young auntie, with curly blond hair and big blue eyes, next to his grandpa, was the same age as his mommy. She looked quite and pretty in a yellow dress. Her eyes brightened when she saw them coming.

"Dylan!" The young woman said, rising excitedly.

She walked over and stopped in front of Dylan. The light in her eyes became complicated when her gaze fell on the small boy in the man's arms. After a pause, she smiled at Dylan and stretched to pat Kaiden's cheek.

"Is this Kaiden? He becomes a big boy."

Kaiden dodged. For no reason, he didn't like the beautiful auntie. Maybe it was because the way she looked at his father was unspeakably strange.

Charlotte let her hand drop in embarrassment.

"What're you doing here?" Dylan didn't expect Charlotte to make a surprise visit.

His emotionless greeting coldly Charlotte down. They had not seen each other for almost three years, but he didn't look happy at all.

"Um... I haven't seen you for a long time. I want to see you." She pulled herself together and forced another smile. She knew Dylan was always so cool.

"Does your brother know?" Dylan frowned slightly.

Charlotte hesitated.

"Your brother will be worried about you." Dylan quickly realized that she came to LA without telling her family.

"I know. Dylan, don't worry, I'll tell him later..." Charlotte mumbled.

"I'll call him and tell him to take you back." Dylan took out his cell phone.

"No!" Charlotte interrupted him hurriedly. "Dylan, don't... I'll go back to myself."

Fortunately, old Sterling called at the moment.

"Come on! Let's talk after dinner."